Talking Loose

(Ay Chop, cut that bitch up)

Fuck a favorite rapper niggas suck it niggas really ass

Her breath stink, she got on dirty 4's, so she can't hit the gas

My nigga Sleep say he been robbin' shit cause he can wear a mask

Niggas think the really have it cause they dropped that jack

We in that different bag in two months we gon' have the Scat

Niggas up in petty rows, they don't got racks

He tried to pass his wood, it was some reg

I threw it in the trash

Walked inside the crib with a whole bowl had my auntie mad

He couldn't afford an Uber so he got a cab

The quarantine had fucked up my swirls

I had to hit that trap

My sister had a boyfriend named Rick, I shot him in the back

And at TummyTee I'm workin', bitch you still fat

Dirty bitches wash it with they hands when they ain't got no rag

Okay, got a nigga mad

Caught a nigga stealing out my sack cause he ain't had no bag

Caught a nigga runnin' out the back and hit him with a mag

Kicked a nigga out the corner store cause I ain't have no mask

Told bro to keep on rollin' woods, I ain't got no blacks

How you say you talkin' dogshit but ain't got no racks

Broke niggas always talk the most cause it ain't no facts

Told Count to keep the wocky bottle, I'll take the act

Bitch I'm coolin' with the guys and we rollin' woods

Niggas can't knock off the nine cause you not from the hood

Brodie know how to whip the pot, he ain't gotta look

I see you flexin' with that pole

That's why you got it took

No time to chase a ho'

I'm putting money on my brother book

And we don't need a gun to RDP we got your niggas shook

Brodie serving and repeatin'

The next week, my nigga reein' up

Gave my lil' dawg a fifty bon and told him "Eat it up."

You the type to hear my song and say "We need a hook."

I'm smokin' purple runts

I'm in the booth

I got the heater tucked

And when it's time to go to war

There ain't no freezing' up

Bro put the chop in the microwave

We got it heated up

And we already hit the scam

So ain't no schemin' us

I'm in this bitch with Vic

I just told Sleepy "Roll a finger up."

Swers keep tappin my phone

My shit been ringin' up

Vic said he ain't take his percs and now his leg itchin'

Told that nigga get up out the trap

And take his mans with him

Cut the stove on and get the pot

And drop a bed in it

Be careful with that baggers Glock

It got a head in it

Told Vic "Quit talkin' bout the SHH, cause the feds listening."

And no drank that pop in there cause it got red in it

Alqruley quick to blow a nigga, he got squares with him

Count 13 talkin' dog that nigga head different

That's not percs in that plastic bag, that's all the raw nigga

8 count see me that to real you talkin' dog nigga

Seen a junkie sittin' in the back shootin' up raw nigga

Feds catch Vic he goin' down for fraud nigga

White boy he like to hit the trap

We call him raw hitter

Bitch

I mean a raw sniffer

Nigga drop a pint and shot an ounce and called us all "Niggers."